Okay, totally dorky, but you looked, didn’t you.

We are hosting a new contest!

Share with us your funniest line from your manuscript. If you need to set it up, by all means, do. Some things lose their humor with out proper set up.

What’s that one line that your best friend spewed soda all over her computer screen? Share it!

Contest runs until Tuesday, 14 April 2009.

This week’s contest is sponsored by the gang over at uniball pens! The winner will receive a two pack of smooth writing pens.  Get it?  We are giving girls pens.  (Yeah, we can be funny around here too.)

Okay, so look through the mss and leave your entry in the comment section here.

Have fun, and let’s have some laughs!

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Rick O #2

What great entries, and helpful comments. Thank you to everyone who participated and commented. I hope everyone was able to take away something good from this.

Next weeks contest will be simple…FAVORITE FUNNY LINE FROM WIP! So start thinking now, looking for that hidden gem, or hurry and write it.

Hope you all had fun, we enjoyed reading the entries!

Rick please email us your info, so we can get your prizes sent out to you.

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Okay, you can see that I posted all 6 entries. They are all good, and the voting is now open.

Just read them all and post MY VOTE IS FOR______ in the comment of this post for the one you are voting for. One vote per reader please.

And feel free to leave comments about what you liked about the piece or any helpful feedback, in their post. If you aren’t voting for a piece, you can still leave comments.

Thank you ahead of time for taking the time to vote.

Please take time to read What Have You Been Reading Lately by Damyanti.

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Deep, burning pangs spread through her, waves of pain that flowed and receded before reaching her fingers and toes. Shit. Lorin refused to break into tears. God, make it stop.

Isador crawled towards her, his brow creased and lips sinking into a frown.

Aedus stepped in front of him. “I said not to interfere.”

Please fade. Lorin curled on her side, panting. If she figured out how to damn Isador back to Hell, she’d send the faerie with him. The pain withdrew further as the seconds disintegrated. Breathe. She gulped streams of cold air.

“Oh, good girl.” Aedus leaned over her. “Fain screamed the first time I did that to him.”

His name wasn’t what she needed to hear, as though it didn’t matter their lives had been torn asunder.

Aedus crouched closer. She gathered her strength and kicked him in the shin. He gave a startled blink, and then a smile spread across his face. He grabbed for her. She jerked backwards, scooting across the stones. The grit of scattered dirt scratched her palms.

“You want to fight?” He caught her around the ankle and pulled. His fingers stung like shards of glass ripping through skin.

She groaned low in her throat. With one foot uncaptured, she twisted and kicked him in the thigh. His grin widened. No wincing, no intake of breath — no sign her attempts to deter him worked. Indestructible freak of nature.

Aedus planted his hands beside her waist, looming over her. She struggled to balance and slapped him across the face, hard enough to make her palm ache. She watched him and saw nothing. Nothing.

“You think that hurts me?”

And then Lorin remembered Fain’s words in the forest, their meaning returning to her in horrified realization.

A true faerie can’t feel pain.

By Alicia

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So, this is from a WiP because I’m having the worst time writing this weekend… I wrote this about two days ago. It’s from a YA urban fantasy.

The bare bones set-up::
Andrew tried to get Blake to break up with Alexis, then suddenly changed his mind. Who knows why.. Then, Alexis found herself fighting Andrew in the faery realm. He was trying to kill while she was protecting, but she thinks it may have all been a dream. They’re back in the human dimension now.

After freshening up as best she could – she borrowed some toothpaste and used her finger as a brush – Alexis wandered into the kitchen for a glass of water. And found Andrew there.

“Morning,” she said groggily.

“Oh, hey. Thought I was the only one up.”

“Nah, I always get up early. I need to find Blake. I gotta get home.”

“He’s still drunk, I think. I’m about to leave. Wanna ride?”

No, I don’t like you, remember? But of course she couldn’t say that.

“Yeah, that’d be good. I have a lot to do around the house today. Can’t waste time here.”

“Alright then, let’s go,” he said.

They walked outside to Andrew’s truck, and even though Alexis had a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach, she made herself climb in the cab. Too bad it was even worse inside. Some kind of smell – nothing like old food or gym clothes or anything, just a weird odor – almost choked her out. She rolled the window down. Thankfully, it was nice that morning. Her stomach was getting queasier by the second.

They made random small talk on the way to Alexis’, but mostly sat in extremely uncomfortable silence.

I know I’m supposed to be giving him a chance, and he is being decent driving me home. What’s my problem?

Alexis had the strangest feeling that the same thoughts were running through Andrew’s mind.

Not soon enough, they arrived.

“Well, thanks for the ride. I appreciate it. If you talk to Blake before I do. can you ask him to call me?”

“Sure thing. And no problem – being stuck without a car is no fun. See ya later.”

“K. Bye.”

By Eden

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Lightning whipped through her veins as hormones surged. She felt herself lose control. Her illusion wavered.

Pushing him away, she lurched to her feet. “I can’t…I…You…I’ve gotta go.”

“I’m sorry. Please. Don’t push me away.” He held up his hands. “I’ve wanted this. Since the moment I saw you I’ve wanted this.” He let out a big breath. “But you don’t. So I promise I won’t kiss you again. Kate. Please. Stay here with me.”

What’s wrong with you? You want him, he wants you. What’s the problem?

She shook her head.

I can’t control myself around him.

It terrified her.

“Look. I’ll keep two feet away. I heard somewhere that it’s a good distance to stay away from you.”

She couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped her lips. “Okay. Two feet.”

He doesn’t have to torture me. I’m doing that just fine on my own.

“You know. You don’t have to stay two feet away from me.” He shrugged. “In case you wanted to know.”

“It shouldn’t be a problem.”

It shouldn’t be. But it is.

She sat back on the grass, folding her legs under her. He sat almost precisely two feet away and handed her a bottle of water.

She took it, careful not to brush his hand.

“You can’t count that as breaking the rules.”

“There’s only one rule. But even I’m not that crazy.”

Or horny.

Then she thought about tossing the bottle and jumping him.

Okay, I’m that horny. But he doesn’t have to know that.

He picked a purple wildflower and offered it to her.

“Now you’re just pushing your luck.” Her heart lurched.

He leaned forward, keeping his eyes on hers. “Want to see how much I far I can push it?”

“No.”

Yes.

By Joyce

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